Stan Joyce: [as the Dragon and Jaguar gangs square off] You cats lookin' for a rumble?
Fred Alger: We're lookin' for Silver Morgan.
Silver Morgan: [Steps out] You found her.
Fred Alger: You had a date with Chip tonight.
Silver Morgan: So what?
Fred Alger: You drove out to the cave with him.
Silver Morgan: Guess again, flea brain. I stood him up.
Fred Alger: Why?
Silver Morgan: I got tired of you cats with the fast cars and the slow heads. You give me a pain in the ears.
Stan Joyce: That's tellin' him, chick.
Fred Alger: Is this your lipstick, baby?
Silver Morgan: Where did you get it?
Fred Alger: Chip's dead.
Silver Morgan: Dead?
Fred Alger: Yeah, dead.
Silver Morgan: I always told him he drove that Jag real crazy.
Stan Joyce: Wait a minute. How did it happen?
Fred Alger: He went over a cliff but not in his Jag. Silver here must have pushed him.
Silver Morgan: You're in queersville, man. You've flipped.
Fred Alger: What are you givin' me, baby? I saw you runnin' away over an hour ago.
Fred Alger, Stan Joyce: You're nuts. The chick' been here all the time since this crazy weenie roast began So, uh, why don't you guys get in your little cars and blow?
Fred Alger: Yeah, sure.
[Grabs Silver]
Fred Alger: C'mon baby, you're blowin' with us.
Silver Morgan: [Wrests away from him] Ha! Ha! Ha!
Charley Boy: Hey, man. Have some suds?
[He splashes Fred with beer and all the Dragons laugh]
Fred Alger: [Angry] It's on.
[the two gangs get into a rumble]
